Every night it's the same thing: loneliness, the tedium of living a life of dry, dead, hopes, ideals, and dreams.I don't write anymore; I made a huge mistake in creating the trust in not preserving a shred of my autonomy. I'm SO outta here the second Grendel dies. We can be buried together. I'm dreading my upcoming trip to L.A. w/Mr. Codora. My life is such a failure. it .... I... used to have such promise.
Drake out.
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